[Verse 1] The rocking chair is empty but the rhythm’s in my bones I’ve spent a lifetime tuning out the static and the drones They used to call it colic, just a hunger for the sound But I was only looking for a place to stand my ground I’ve climbed the hidden staircases and scaled the highest shelf Just to find a version of a quiet, steady self. [Chorus] And it’s more than just a habit, it’s a way of being still While the world is busy barking and the shadows take their fill I am sitting in the center where the colors start to fade Unfiltered and unaffected, and I’m no longer afraid To be the only witness to the peace I finally made. [Verse 2] I watched the Wawa flicker and I didn't feel the sting Of the teenage-scrolling silence and the isolation’s wing It’s not a vote against me when the room begins to close It’s just a weary pattern that a tired spirit chose I used to chase the 'Why' of it, the 'Who' and the 'Because' But now I’m just a spectator, and I’m comfortable with 'Was'. [Verse 3] Two miles of steady pavement and the air is getting cold But there’s a heat inside the story that is finally being told The barriers are thinning now, the center’s coming near And everything I used to fight is starting to appear Like a painting in the distance, or a whisper in the ear I’m finally exactly where I’m meant to be, right here. [Outro] [Spoken] The storm is outside. The light is in the tower. ... And I am here.
